M.M.P

A pen to write with n a paper to write on
Heart is palpitating shit it’s exam time
To rap about ur feelings with these slant rhymes
N let urself walking fast on these hidden mines
Then again what’s really mine? Looking like a bum
With ma flows on this scene dropping bombs
On these punks! But I already know this
A tongue tied manner will bring me as a loser punks!!!
then don’t give a funk! What the fuck really goes on?
Am I really a moron? Then call me to show off!
I need to sit back n think about this mic being on

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I use two Set-Screws to shut the punks!

M.M.P

I just come up with something thaty I know
It sounds so best! N at least now I am indeed
Getting these odd feelings that God don really
Exist! State of exhaustion! State of stall
So many nights with nightmares full of
Lost souls n skulls! But ma life full of casket n stars
When I see myself with all ma friends behind FBI bars
The darkness grows n a man out there roars
Coarse n hoarse voices! A mic to live with
N indeed livin with no other choice! No one
Out there to make a real noise! N half the current
Bitches cant even make some useful points!
I’ve become so numb….

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I use two Set-Screws to shut the punks!

M.M.P

N indeed getting feelings who’s da real rapist
Black faggots or white street punks! N who
Can shut the shit on some of cali fake flowers
All Em followers n throwing flowers
While da curtain closes
I just walk n I see niggas wearin 4-5 sizes
N indeed going to studios flowing n all days
Long they 9 to 5’d! but who becomes the best
Ever rapper livin or even existing in our current
World?! With his or her words of wisdom
Changing the current nasty courses?! Fo what
Dream all we living? n if I wane become like Eminem
How shuld I be livin then?! No answer comes out
We are all running in a maze! Livin with hazy shades
N I guess we all better leave…

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I use two Set-Screws to shut the punks!

M​. Expo

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